I think this is one of my so-very-out-of-my-demographic Claire's Happy Bunny magnets.
When I was still an only child of four or five, I used to argue so much with my parents that it was then when they decided I would be a lawyer.
No, really. I remember sitting in the car pouting over something, and my dad saying, yes, you're going to be a lawyer some day.
That pattern continued straight on through to my senior year of high school, when my mother handed over the Carolina majors book, with acceptable prelaw majors checkmarked for me.
Uh, yeah. So, clearly, that totally didn't work out for them.